Spring Poetry Contest

Fresh Air (@Celtorrez)

What is it called when you feel like you're in quick sand
When you're under water and the weight is unbearable
When the strings around your wrists tighten leaving no room to move

No one prepares you for anything like this
No one looks you in the eye and tells you "Its going to be hard"
No one held your hand, but you're expected to hold theirs

Soon everything that was a problem won't be any longer
Soon that strong branch will assist you, pulling you out
Soon the waves will stop crashing ashore and you can swim to the top
Soon the strings will ware out enough you can use your impeccable strength to break loose

You will create your own yellow brick road, then they will watch as you succeed
You will make the hardships look easy, you will be brave and courageous
You will stand by their sides and watch as they pick up their own pieces
You will be strong like no other
You conquered what others couldn't or attempted to
You inhaled and exhaled
You officially took in fresh air
You lived